Life and the past…

The older I get, the swirl of life, birth, pain, illness, death, new life…and and on…challenges one. One can try to sort out all the meanings, the positives and negatives. One can find spiritual solace or take a more pragmatic view. In the end, it is all flying by, for real, and little quaint truisms and positive self talk bounces off the mental walls. Celebrating or grieving in the moment, day after day, gets one by. Realities loom…the beautiful and the profound. No, I’m not drunk…just thinking, feeling……

One of my favorite cemeteries to visit…always different given infrequent maintenance. Cemeteries provoke many thoughts in me as I review the markers.

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with beauty one endures…

“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions — so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.” Terri Guillemets

Rose of Honor…

I planted this in early July, in honor of a lost pup…Harley. Each bloom is a bit unkempt, raggedy and still pleasing to the eye…just like our sweet Harley was. With the cataclysmic, mind swirling events besieging us, losing a pet can be measured, by some, as trivial. No so to those that received loyalty, intuitive love and beautiful memories over the years. Harley’s Rose….

life’s harsh turn of events…

“She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.” Keirsten White

ah, the pain of it all…

Memories…

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.” Lois Lowry, The Giver

open the window!

in privacy’s trust

we assess our loneliness

look forward, not back